10:35 AM Dollar sat on my face, rudely interrupting my date with a guy who could give Ian Somerhalder a run for his money.

10:36 AM Quick cuddle with my dog. Smiled into space, recalling the hot date vividly. Realized it was just a dream. Smile deflated.

10:40 AM Checked e-mails. Client A hadn’t paid for the work done yet. It’s been 24hours. Felt a sense of panic (read: Paranoia). Did something bad happen to Client A? Hoped not. There are still bills to pay.

How do I even begin to express my love for coffee? I’m actually enjoying a hot mug of coffee as I write this.

I love my coffee hot than cold, then served with a teaspoon of sugar and milk.

I regard every morning as the perfect time to drink coffee. Okay, let me rephrase that: I regard any time of the day as the perfect time to drink coffee.

Now that’s better.

Because really, how can you write and churn in work without a cup of good coffee to keep you going?

Guess that’s why I love this insanely addictive beverage. Because it gives me the inspiration to write. Well aside from the delicious aroma that makes me want to grab a book, sit beside the window, and drink coffee to my heart’s content.

I swear there’s something about it that screams “Drink me, bitch!”

Guess if coffee’s a drug then I’d be a drug addict. Because a day without coffee means a day of zero productivity. Just ask my writing projects and still unfinished novel. Better yet, ask my mom.